"Laby, I have a question. Can you ask you?" Song Ruoxi asked tentatively.

The water on the stove was boiling, and Anyu picked up a pot to make tea, "If you have any questions, just ask."

"Laby, why are you willing to teach me the etiquette of the boudoir? Aren't you afraid of remembering the past?" Etiquette of the boudoir is a secular matter. A person who is in a corner and obviously does not want to ask about worldly affairs is willing to involve it again. There must be a reason. Song Ruoxi was in doubt for many days and asked today.

An Yu smiled indifferently and said, "What can disturb your heart does not come from the outside world, but from the heart. As long as you relax your mind, you can be relieved, you will not be disturbed in all kinds of interference, and you will not feel troubled."

Song Ruoxi tilted his head and thought for a while, saying, "Memory is the root of pain, and everything in the past will gradually fade away as time goes by."

An Yu smiled and put the teacup in front of Song Ruoxi, saying, "This is the autumn tea this year. Do you taste it and see how it tastes?"

Seeing An Yu breaking the topic, Song Ruoxi smiled. The words just now were probably not her true thoughts, but Jingye or Huijin persuaded her, hoping that she could face the past and really let it go, but this is a heavy medicine, and I hope it won't backfire.

Song Ruoxi picked up the teacup, drooped his eyelids and looked at the color of the soup. It was light green and reflected in the white porcelain, pleasing to the eye. Take a sip and aftertaste it in his mouth, sweet and mellow, pure and pure, nodded and said, "It's delicious."

"Get the snow on the plum blossoms." An Yu came out the first couplet.

Song Ruoxi pondered for a moment and wrote the second couplet: "Cook the fragrance in the tea."

An Yu smiled slightly, "Not bad, pretty neat."

These days, Song Ruoxi has been memorizing "Sound Rhythm" so hard that he was relieved when he heard An Yu's praise.

Song Ruoxi was busy studying, and Jian'er was also trapped in the room by Jingxuan to copy scriptures. The two of them had no chance to go to the back mountain to cook things, and the fish in the stream escaped.

After the winter solstice, several heavy snowfalls fell one after another, and the weather became colder and dripping water turned into ice. No matter how devout believers were, they would not choose to come to the temple to worship Buddha in such weather, and there were no traces of people on the way up the mountain.

"Master, you really have to add Huanglian to this medicine, right? It's so bitter!" The weather was too cold, and Song Ruoxi fell ill from the cold again. She sat on the bed, wrapped in a thick quilt, and she burst into tears. After drinking the medicine, her little face wrinkled into a ball of bitterness and asked in a hoarse voice.

"There is no yellow lotus in Chaihu Guizhi Decoction." Huijin looked up at her, "After drinking the medicine, lie down and sleep, and don't suffer from cold anymore."

Song Ruoxi dizzyly crawled into the quilt, hugging the warm soup girl, and was sleeping dizzy.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Okay, don't cry anymore, it will wake the girl."

"Girl...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Song Ruoxi heard the sad voices in a daze and frowned. Who ran to her bedside to cry? I was so annoying. She tried hard to open her eyes and saw the familiar face in front of her, and was confused. Why did she return to the beginning of time travel?

The woman sitting on the head of the bed cried when she saw Song Ruoxi wake up and shouted in surprise: "Girl, you are awake! Girl, are you okay? Girl, you are losing weight! Girl..."

These words sounded familiar. Song Ruoxi quickly sat up and looked around. The wooden bed and gray tent were relieved. He was still in the Zen room, and time did not flow back. But why did Song Ruoxi's wet nurse Liu Siniang appear here? "Why are you here?"

"Girl, my wife asked me to pick me up and go home for the New Year." The fat white woman standing behind Liu Siniang was Ji Yun's accompanying Fang Zhuyuan. She pushed Liu Siniang away, came to Song Ruoxi, and said with a flattering smile.

The New Year is approaching, and Song Ruoxi's mother Ji Yun, who is thinking about her precious daughter who has been away from home for several months. She sent someone to pick her up for the New Year despite the cold weather and the long journey.

"How are the master and wife in good health?" As soon as she asked this sentence, Song Ruoxi was stunned. She spent only a few hours with Song Sui and Ji Yun. If she hadn't occupied their daughter's body for no reason, they would have been strangers. How could she ask this sentence? She still asked so naturally? Could it be that the body would have memories?

"The third master and his wife are in good health, but you know that the lady has always kept you in the heart. Now that the girl is alone, the lady can't help but worry about the girl. I don't know if the girl is full or has warm clothes, so the diet and daily life have changed a little. But when the girl returns, the lady will feel at ease when she looks at the girl, and she will be gone for any worries." Zhuyuan smiled, "The second young master also thinks about the girl every day, and has saved up some delicious and fun things, saying that she has to wait for the girl to go back, eat with her and play with her."

"Everything is fine in the nunnery, how is the second brother okay?" Song Ruoxi's fever subsided, but he was still dizzy and leaned against the head of the bed and smiled weakly. On the way to the nunnery, Huijin had briefly introduced the situation of the Song family. Song Sui was 33 years old this year. With the support of his wife and brother, he made up for the magistrate of Guangling Prefecture. In June, he had a wife and three concubines, two sons and four daughters; the twelve-year-old eldest son Song Lian, the seven-year-old second son Song Huai and Song Ruoxi were both born to Ji Yun; the eleven-year-old Song Ruohu was born to Aunt Liu, the eight-year-old Song Ruochi was born to Aunt Zou, and the six-year-old Song Ruojuan was born to Aunt Xu.

"The third master hired a gentleman for the second master and detained the second master every day."

"Girl, don't deceive me. If everything is fine, how could you fall ill? You live alone in this temple and have no one to take care of you, so you will fall ill." Liu Siniang took care of Song Ruoxi for nine years, and her feelings for her were naturally different from other servants. Looking at Song Ruoxi's pale face, she stood aside and wiped her tears with pain, "My lady will help you pack up your things and go back tomorrow."

In fact, I lived a comfortable life in the nunnery, but it was a fact that she was sick. Song Ruoxi could not defend herself. When she saw Liu Siniang walking over to open the box, she hurriedly said, "Don't clean up first. You have to ask my master about going back."

"Girl, during the holidays, the whole family will be reunited. Of course you have to go home." Liu Siniang opened the box and saw that there were not many clothes inside. She felt sad again. The spoiled girl has suffered a lot in the past few months. Seeing that her little face is as thin as a palm, the lady wants to see it, so she can't feel sorry for her.
Chapter completed!